The Beauty Of A Volcano
by Lord R.e. Taylor
The scene is so pretty
Fire bursting out from the bowels of Hell
Dancing in the air to their own rhythm
Its smoke also reaches Heaven
Touching the home of God Himself
Pumice and obsidian spread for miles
Settling as a silent reminder as to events
While red-hot burning lava turns everything to ash
Destroying so very much but still saving history
Some towns have been preserved forever
All because a volcano erupted so long ago
And that is one we will always remember
© Poem – XVII/II/MMXXV
LRET
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